That was the warm-up for Cardiff that. (the tourney, I mean, not Will's red head). It was funny as feck as well. I thought, "hey up, where do I know him from?" as he made his way back from the bogs carefully holding his can of Carling when the ball bounced up into his can and smacked him on the forehead (still, lucky it wasn't the foreskin, eh?) and his bemusement caused some merriment amongst our hardy band of buccaneers.